The drumbeats spread outward like invisible ripples,
Yet those deep, powerful sounds fell into disorder as they passed through the surging barrier of monsters.
These creatures, whose origins and master were unknown, grew even more frenzied as the drum sounded.
For a moment, clamorous demonic cries and billowing demonic energy interfered with the spreading drumbeats, cutting them off!
It was as though these mindless creatures had suddenly realized that the drumbeats would diminish their very existence!
No,
There are too many monsters!
The sound can't get through,
It can't reach the forest!!
Listening to the drumbeats fall into disarray the instant they struck the tide of monsters, Young Deer Man grew visibly agitated.
But when he looked around, there was no third party in sight.
Instead, fresh green leaves sprouted from those bare branches!!
Ever since they had made this land their home, the souls of the Deerfolk Tribe had all been entrusted to these weathered ancient trees!
By now, Daishomaru seemed to have completely overcome the negative effects of devouring the monsters, and was brimming with energy.
And the instant he opened his eyes again, murderous scarlet flared as an icy shout burst from his lips:
"The forest has never taken our souls away."
If he used the power of Stray, he might truly be able to force his way out of this predicament.
He was truly angry.
Like torrents, like dark clouds, they rushed here and pressed forward recklessly, devouring every last trace of the newly rising greenery like ravenous beasts.
"The last Deerfolk,"
In an instant, something seemed to change in this world, as though a hazy layer of energy had enveloped it.
Arata watched coldly as the monsters surged toward him like floodwater through an opened sluice. His retreating steps stopped, and in the next second,